The sound of pitter patter
Of teeny weeny feet
The rustling of the covers
Arouse me from my sleep.
The gentle kiss you plant on my cheek
The warm embrace as you cuddle close
And gleefully announce "the sun is up!
Mom, get up!"
The squeal of delight
As you chase the furry cat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem